5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.....

I pull into my drive way. The garage opens and I pull in, there's boxes of party stuff all over the place. I try my best to avoid smashing anything.

As I walk into the courtyard I can see all the wedding supplies and table sets all over the living room. I open the door and some of the specialty napkins for the tables scatter about off the sofa. A bunch of my family wanted to throw a bachelors party, but I wasn't up for it. Not to say that they aren't currently having one without me. The last thing I feel like doing is getting drunk tonight.

The house was filled with relatives all week, but everyone left today to stay with other relatives so MTG and myself have our home to ourselves. Though tonight MTG is staying at her parents house one final time.

I remembered to pick up my tux from the cleaners as MTG was reminding me to do all day. I feel itchy because I had a hair cut too and haven't had a chance to bathe. All I could think of is everything that we did today. I place the folder with the new marriage license on the counter. I put my keys on it so that I won't forget to take it tomorrow afternoon. Note to self take this document or else the J.P. won't be happy.

I finally shower and change. Fortunately they let us into the venue we rented for tomorrow, today so we can set most everything up. But I still have to get up early and do more things. All the tables are set up, chairs, most of the arrangements, flower thingies.

I head down stairs and force myself to eat something. I'm too nervous to eat, but I know if I don't I won't feel well in a while. I heat me up a few left overs and pour me an extra large Jack and Coke.

I'm thinking about earlier when MTG was starting to go banana's. I had to pull her aside and tell her to calm down, cause when she's getting nervous she was making me nervous and everyone else nervous and we weren't getting anywhere. We got through it. I think we drove around the city about 15 times today. I had to fill up my car twice.

I pop in Lost in Translation for no reason other than I love Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson. It's only dialogue and I'm basically ignoring it anyways. I find myself wrapping more eating utensils as I sit and watch the movie, taking care to make the bows around the napkins just like MTG's mom showed me to do. I also find that I'm quickly running out of Jack and Coke and go pour me some more.

I come across some table decorations that I have no idea how they work. I decide it best not to mess with them and have my mom or MTG's mom tell me how to set them up tomorrow. The Jack finally kicks in and I start to feel a little relaxed, not much but anything helps. I can't help but think of all the family and friends who were kinda upset that we didn't register anywhere. I told them what for, we didn't need anything.

I giggle as I think about the baker who is doing our cake and how he looks exactly like the Swedish Chef. How MTG and I had to hold back from laughing the whole time we went to check on the cake today. Fortunately he can bake and only looks like the Swedish Chef. I get a call from my uncle about the briskets he's cooking overnight for tomorrow. Asking me about certain sides to prepare. We figure it out pretty quick. My dad and my uncles will be up all night cooking. But they insist on doing it, and I don't protest.

My best friend who is the DJ for our wedding calls me with any last minute changes to the set playlist, and what kind of stuff to play when we let him decide. I make one request for later on in the night. I ask for Daft Punk's "Da Funk", because I have to break dance one more time.

I finish what I'm doing down stairs and wash the dishes. I feel odd because I have no music on and the movie is the only noise I can hear. I turn off the movie and head upstairs. Taking the tux from it's suit bag and arranging the shirt and bow tie and shoes and everything just so for tomorrow.

I notice all of MTG's things are basically here now. My one closet to her three. When we moved it all in earlier this week she joked that she was marrying me for the closet space. I knew about her shoes but didn't think she could fill one closet full of them. I turn on the stereo but turn it off. I can't find anything that I can play that doesn't make me antsy or nervous.

I lay down on my bed alone, one last time. It seems odd but I gotten used to MTG being here. I decide to try sleeping in the middle like I used to but somehow end up on the side of the bed I've seemed to have unconsciously chosen. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I toss and turn and see the clock. It's barely after 10 pm. I hear nothing from the speakers,which is odd because there is always music. I notice the lights from my cell phone, the cable box the TV standby, the stereo, and various electronics. They light the room eerie greens, blues and reds. I decided that's what's keeping me awake and get up and either unplug or cover the lights up so I can't see them. It doesn't help. I lie awake staring at the ceiling fan make shadows out of the dim light from the window. I can't sleep.

After a few minutes my mobile beeps to tell me a text has been received. It's MTG. "Can't sleep. Hope you're okay. I love you. See you tomorrow morning." I close the phone without responding. A few seconds later it beeps again. MTG is reminding me of more things we have to get done early tomorrow. I simply reply with an "K luv u 2". I set my alarm for 5:15 am, which should give me time to do some things before life gets officially turbo.

I can't stand the silence and put the stereo to random. I giggle to myself and tap my toes as Bananarama plays first. I lay in silence and think of nothing as Jeff Buckley strums on his guitar. And I find myself slowly falling asleep as Frank Sinatra sings to the girl he loves.

Here we are now entertain us...

Damn it!! I had something funny and witty to say then MTG started talking to me and I completely forgot what I was going to blog about. Drat!! Hopefully I'll remember soon.

Anyways, I'm thinking up of a little game to play with my fellow music lovers out there. Basically what song did this line come from sort of thing. So here is the first go at it:

Where does this line come from?

"Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be, the way things are going, their gonna crucify me."

Here's the twist, in order to answer this you must give me the song title, name of the artist/group/band, album it came from and date it came out.

What you didn't think I would make this easy did ya? Muahahahahahaha!!!! (evil laugh) But you cannot cheat. Repeat you cheat you're disqualified. That means no Googling, Yahoo, MSN, or whatever the above lyrics to find where it came from. You either know or you dig through your own music collection to find out.

Of course I wouldn't make you do all that work for nothing. I'm thinking a personal mix tape as a prize. You choose the mood of the music you want to listen to, and I'll make it for you. How's that? Sound good? Splendid.

Now on to other things that made my day. I signed up for emusic's, ebooks. I loved it. At first I wasn't going to get the book thing, but I checked and they had "Love Is a Mix Tape" on it and so I couldn't resist. And Rob Sheffield himself narrates it. Joy of joys!!! Oh and they also have a few other books that I love too that I plan to download. This is great for jogs and the conundrum of what to listen to at work. Sad to say crazy lady at work was playing her sad bastard country music again at work today. Even Pterodactyl Lady agreed that it was too early in the week for sad bastard music. Grrrrrr..and she had it cranked too. I like country but you can only take so much. I swear I'm going to disable her sound card if she doesn't stop. >:{

PS: I still can't remember what I was originally going to write about but oh well.

I'm strong to the finish, cause I eats me spinach

You know, I realized something today. I'm getting older. Now I don't mean that cause I turned 26 a few weeks back. But I mean I'm getting older in my tastes. And it's the little things that I find that I used to like but I don't anymore. For instance, I went to a friends house after work today to drop off some stuff. His son was there and he had just bought a pickle from the ice cream man. No biggie.

Now I used to love eating whole pickles covered with chile when I was a kid. But now...Bleech!! I almost couldn't stand the over powering smell of the vinegar the pickle came in. I was practically gagging every time I caught a wiff of the pickle. How on earth did I eat this crap when I was so young? Dear lord boy, through that away and eat something else.

I find that now I eat things that a few years ago I didn't like. Like spinach. I love spinach now, though it has to be fresh. From the can I can do without. But I used to hate it, oh how I hated it. Now I love cooking it. Or just eating it raw in salads. Broccoli too. I find that my tastes are changing so much.

Are my tastes getting better with age? I'm not a huge beer drinker anymore, though I used to be. Now I prefer a good wine with dinner, or a nice stiff glass of bourbon or whiskey or something MTG mixes up. My palate is changing.

I found that this comes true as well in my musical choices. Now do forgive me but now days I can't find much delight in most of these new bands that come out. I mean there's plenty that I do like, but I suppose I mean music from the crap they play on the top 20. Like that song, "Hey There Delilah" by some...ahem.."rock band". Now I know that we had rock bands do things like that whilst growing up, but now I can't stand crap like that. Fall Out Boy, pretty much any hip-hop artist currently out there. I hear this song and I can't help think this group is going the way of Extreme when the did "More Than Words." And I can't get this whole, "EMO" thing kids are into now days too. What you dress goth/punk but you're emotional or something? I see these kids and think about the line in High Fidelity, where Rob see himself as an impostor "like one of those people who shaves their head one day, and then tells everyone that they've always been punk." There's no class, no originality on the main stream music scene.

I hear this music and I just have to switch off and find something else on the satellite or pop in a CD in the car on the ride home. I giggle to myself cause when these songs I can't stand come on, I sound like my dad when he used to hear our music. "Trash, Trash, all of it trash." he used to say. Me thinks I'm getting better tastes with age, or at least that what I tell myself.